"Sign here Brian", she said, "and that will complete the transaction". Brian signed the paperwork for the transfer. "Is there anything else I can help...you with today?" she asked? "I do need to take a few dollars out of my checking account." "No problem Brian" Pam said. She started writing on her log again, and when she looked up, she caught him checking out her blouse again. This time she blushed a little and she smiled. "Please sign here" she said as she slid the paperwork and a pen to him.. ..I was left confused but I didn't even notice my cock was bulging out from my trackies clearly showing my 8inch cock. I stayed in the garden until my cock finally went soft and finished the burgers on the BBQ. As the evening came people were slowly starting to leave to go to the local pub to watch a reggae band. A few hours passed and I was left to lock up and join everyone but I couldn't stop thinking about sallys ass and instantly felt my cock stiffen up again. I took the opportunity that. Once I'dfallen asleep, my complete exhaustion from everything must have takencontrol, and allowed me to sleep late.But no amount of sleep rid my mind of the last phone call from Grace thenight before. Did she fuck Fred Davis? Was she like all of the whitewomen I'd heard stories about? Mesmerized by the erotic thrill of beingfucked by a large, black man? Would she feel that way, if I were more ofa, well, more of a man?I didn't really want to get out of bed. But I knew that I had to. I. She was a busty delight, wearing a low-cut blouse today that showed off her tits that were just as big as mine. I took after her. She hummed as she drove us into downtown Sacramento for our hotel tryst with Mrs. Armstrong.I clutched my new purse on my lap as I squirmed on the passenger seat. A writhe of excitement and nervousness swept through me. There was a lot riding on this. At the minimum, we had to get Mrs. Armstrong to call off the protest of the massage parlor I ran.But it would better.